The 2nd French Revolution
French class had become a battlefield.
Words are ammunition,
While mouths are the primary weapons
of mass destruction.
Sorry Bush, they are in America, not Iraq.
Close friends become enemies
as one becomes a treacherous snake.
Revenge is sought by those
betrayed (and with good reason too).
For punishment is either a bad joke,
a song no one can understand,
an ill pronounced poem by Prevert.
Who would have thought I would dread
going to French class after three years?
But it's all right I learned my lesson,
since my so-called friend
stabbed me in the back
to save himself from this horrendous task.
Rosa, Ernesto, it's war!